Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.